But, through all these causes combined, I sincerely believe she had a kind of adoration for him before he left the house that night.
He stayed there with me to dinner--if I were to say willingly, I should not half express how readily and gaily.

He went into Mr.Barkis's room like light and air, brightening and refreshing it as if he were healthy weather.

There was no noise, no effort, no consciousness, in anything he did; but in everything an indescribable lightness, a seeming impossibility of doing anything else, or doing anything better, which was so graceful, so natural, and agreeable, that it overcomes me, even now, in the remembrance.
We made merry in the little parlour, where the Book of Martyrs, unthumbed since my time, was laid out upon the desk as of old, and where I now turned over its terrific pictures, remembering the old sensations they had awakened, but not feeling them.

When Peggotty spoke of what she called my room, and of its being ready for me at night, and of her hoping I would occupy it, before I could so much as look at Steerforth, hesitating, he was possessed of the whole case.
'Of course,' he said.

'You'll sleep here, while we stay, and I shall sleep at the hotel.' 'But to bring you so far,' I returned, 'and to separate, seems bad companionship, Steerforth.' 'Why, in the name of Heaven, where do you naturally belong ?' he said.
'What is "seems", compared to that ?' It was settled at once.
He maintained all his delightful qualities to the last, until we started forth, at eight o'clock, for Mr.Peggotty's boat.